Guest Post by Deborah Fletcher Blum
Lemon is like a question. It wants something from you. But it wants to hold onto that thing for itself too. It gives and takes back. Is tart and zesty and willful. Sometimes totally irrational. And it is yellow, because the sound is perfect for the taste.
I squeeze you for juice and drink you up.
I always loved you raw and didn’t care that I was teased for it.
You wanted to be something people can handle only in small doses.
You like that about yourself.
It means you are strong.
Deborah Fletcher Blum has taught art and English at schools in Kenya, New York, and L.A. She studied painting and liberal arts in college and has always been fascinated by cultural differences and “samenesses.” She is writing a middle grade novel set in Kenya.